I remember the first time I met you in person.
The whamm of your aura as you bounced out of the car. The helloooo in your beautiful, full-bodied, powerful, sing-song voice that I love so dearly, that resonates within my very soul. The HUG – oh the glorious deliciousness of that first hug! I remember thinking to myself ‘wow people actually still hug?’ before surrendering to the wonderful enveloping warmth of you.
My anam cara, my soul friend, my spirit kin….
You fit me like a jigsaw fits the missing piece – we dance in rhythm to the same beat, our flow synching and warping time around our own little bubble of a world…
I love you.
I totally am in awe of the wonderful Effy Wild.
Not only because she is an inspiring, quirky artist and all-round awesome person, but because she is brave. Not charge into battle brave, but PERSONALLY brave.
In her latest post on her website/blog (here – trigger warning: depression) she bit the proverbial bullet and shared with her immense fan-base, student-base, and friend-base the depths of her despair and depression. She typed the raw confession that leaves me (and undoubtedly others within our not-so-little community) at once horrified and grateful.
THANK YOU EFFY.
For being brave enough to show you’re not brave.
For continuing when all seems lost.
For being open and honest, even if it took some extracted promises.
For showing us that it is ok to not be OK, that even though the black dog visits many, it is always in varying degrees of severity and length of stay.
For continuing to be you, the awesome and authentic EFFY WILD.
Please, if you or anyone you know is having trouble with mental health issues, PLEASE seek professional help. Talk to someone, call one of the many anonymous “suicide line” / mental health phone numbers, visit their websites, see your doctor.
THERE IS HELP OUT THERE.